Past 3pm, changeset pushed, documentation updated. Downstairs, the janitor is shelving his tools and other arcane gear in a dirty van, having a cigarette and briefly discussing lighter issues with one of the lower floor dwellers. A strong wind a play of clouds and blue a play seasons and shadows. Early afternoon tales of multitasking and procrastination amidst the change of weather.
A lot later. Somehow lost touch with the time of week. Trying to get tomorrows agenda straight before noticing weekend and the absence of professional appointments. Rewind. Light of candles, and the intense touch of lavender in moist warm air. A play of shadows a dance in the room across the street, curtains closed and stories left to imagination. People laying the hours to rest, people heading for the city and its more glittering parts. Somewhere in between, humming old music, no words to sing. Have a pleasant night everyone wherever you are.
Different evening, wrestling different tasks, pushing forth a backlog of things asking for attention, more or less pressing. Down on the streets, a trailer is being unloaded. Suitcases, backpacks, a box of toys. Conversations next to the main door. Returning, always a bit calmer and more quiet than starting out on an adventure yet to be seen. (A small candle and an incense, the proximity of kind, featherweight ghosts, and a thinking in chords even lacking inspiration to play any of them. Be well on your way into your night everyone, wherever you are.)
At the end of the week, of the day: a cool drink in a still warm street. And then, unlocking the doors. Opening the windows. A shower and a moment with closed eyes, in a rain of clear water. Tired. Silent. Serene. Nothing more that needs to be done today. Have a soft night wherever you are.
Wieder etwas abseits: Schattenspiel auf alten Steinen. Der Duft trockener Tannen- und Kiefernnadeln. Unter Beobachtung durch Eichhörnchen und Tauben. Glockenschlag, Bienenflug, Mittag im Land eigener und anderer Vergangenheiten.
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